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Not only was he unfit to touch a fucking hair on her head, but he failed as a man. It’s clear he was looking out for himself, never thought about Kinsley and what would make her feel good. He never tried to make her comfortable. Never made sure she was taken care of.

I bet you any amount of money the only orgasms she’s had have come from herself.

That ends tonight.

She has no idea what she’s missing or how good sex could be with the right person, the right two men.

“No offense, but your ex sounds like a fucking idiot.” My words come out sharper than intended, and I take a deep breath, forcing my shoulders to relax and my fingers to unwind from the comforter. “Look at me, Kinsley.” The second she does the rest of the world falls away, and it’s just the three of us. “He was the problem, not you. Let us do this for you. Let us take care of you.”

Her cheeks darken, and she traps her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down on the soft flesh, and I can’t wait to replace her teeth with mine. “Both of you? Are you sure?”

Wyatt swallows hard. “If that’s what you want, you can have us both.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

Kinsley

If that’swhat I want.What is even happening right now? I can have them both.

Is this for real? Am I dreaming? Did I faint again?

There’s no freaking way I’m sharing a bed with two of my sexy as sin bosses, and no way in hell are they offering me a night of sex. A night of sex with the both of them. There’s no strings, no complications, no worries.

There’s no way this is real.

I’ve never imagined being with two men at the same time.

Okay, that’s a lie.

Before I met Maverick, Wyatt, and Brantley, I had never imagined being with more than one guy. But the more time I spent with them, the more I dreamt of three sets of hands. Three mouths. Three hard dicks, all ready for me.

Brantley chose not to come tonight, and while that stings, I can’t let it stop me from thinking about this once in a lifetime opportunity. This will be a night I’ll remember until the day I die. I’ll be losing my virginity with a bang.

“Are there any rules?” I cringe at my own naivety. Dammit, I should have watched more porn. I feel like there's an entire subset that would’ve prepared me for this.

Maverick smirks, that little curve of his lips making my clit tingle. “Do you need rules, firecracker? You about to get feral on us?”

My mouth falls open, but no words come out. I have no idea how this works. “Can I touch both of you? You won’t get jealous?”

Wyatt shakes his head and runs a finger lazily down the length of my arm, and I’m so lost in his touch I almost don’t hear his response. “No jealousy. We’re not into each other, but we’re both here for you, for your pleasure, for whatever makes you come. By the end of the night, you’ll be screaming for both of us.”

Fuck. Me.

Stick a fork in me, I’m done. And they’ve barely touched me. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the night. I’m practically a puddle five seconds in.

“And you’re okay…” I swallow. Hard. “Sharing.”

“If it means you get more pleasure, absolutely.” Maverick inches closer. “This is about you and how many times we can get you off.”

I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips or the subsequent one that follows when Maverick pins me with a look so hot I might combust on the spot. “I really haven’t done much of anything before.”

“Good,” Wyatt murmurs, lifting my hand and pressing his lips to the tips of my fingers. “We get to have all your firsts.”

“First and last to touch this pretty pussy.” Maverick presses a kiss to the side of my neck, and I let out another moan.

His words should have had the red flags waving in the air, should have had me calling him out for being presumptuous about this one night we agreed to, but the second his lips touchme, all rational thought flies right out the window. I want them. So help me God, I want my bosses to share me. I want them to take turns. I want them at the same time.

I just want.

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